Robert Michael Ballantyne

Away in the Wilderness Robert Michael Ballantyne

Book Excerptreached until the pipes were lighted. It was quite a sight to see them smoke! Jasper lay with his huge frame extended in front of the blaze, puffing clouds of smoke thick enough to have shamed a small cannon. Arrowhead rested his back on the stump of a tree, stretched his feet towards the fire, and allowed the smoke to roll slowly through his nostrils as well as out at his mouth, so that it kept curling quietly round his nose, and up his cheeks, and into his eyes, and through his hair in a most delightful manner; at least so it would seem, for his reddish-brown face beamed with happy contentment. Young Heywood did not smoke, but he drew forth his sketch-book and sketched his two companions; and in the practice of his beloved art, I have no doubt, he was happier than either."I wonder how many trading-posts the Hudson's Bay Company has got?" said Heywood, as he went on with his work."Hundreds of 'em," said Jasper, pressing the red-hot tobacco into the bowl of his pipe with the end